Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 642 Differentiation
A deep voice came from behind.

Zhou Leng froze, standing rooted to the spot.

Oh no, has my cleverness backfired?

"What friend are you trying to save?" the other person asked, also speaking in divine script.

Zhou Leng turned around and explained the matter of the Heavenly Calamity Envoy, the Divine Essence Pill, and Zhang Xinglie. He unconsciously used the little trick of the Emerald Wings to praise Zhang Xinglie as unparalleled in benevolence and righteousness, which was indeed the case.

At the time, Zhang Xinglie had his arm and leg severed, and Yao Tianhuo used his lower leg to block him. Zhou Leng didn't see it, but Shen Anzhi witnessed it firsthand and recounted the events when they were in the Dragon Clan. Emerald Wings was right there beside them.

"What are you missing from your Divine Essence Pills?"

Zhou Lengyi was surprised to find himself encountering a kind senior, so he listed the materials for the Divine Essence Pill.

“There are four kinds of medicinal herbs nearby, and I can pick them for you. Since you want to thank me, just kill a thousand high-level Grandmaster-level undead and send them to the disaster area, the fresher the better.”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Leng realized that the other party was treating him like a chef, but upon reflection, it didn't seem like he was at a disadvantage.

"Please rest assured, senior, I will definitely do it."

The voice stopped responding. Zhou Leng looked in the direction and headed north, traversing mountains and valleys, towards the spirit land of the undead giant god.

In Wanyun Mountain, you can't even see ghosts.

The Changshan Mountains, resembling a dragon, stretch from west to east, dividing the entire planet into north and south.

The undead dragon god is in the south, and the undead giant god is in the north.

Mount Zhenwang is located in the eastern part of the mountain. Once activated, divine light will soar into the sky.

The time has not yet come, and none of the parties have gone there, continuing to accumulate strength.

Zhou Leng traveled over a thousand kilometers and finally arrived at the north side of Wanyun Mountain.

Standing atop a mountain, looking out at the low hills ahead.

"Next, we need to find a way to activate the Ancient Call, while simultaneously slaying gods and undead along the way, helping the mysterious powerhouse hunt."

He leaped off a mountain a thousand meters high.

The wind howled, and my body plummeted.

Zhou Leng remained calm. At a height of 100 meters, a thought struck him, and his body suddenly slowed down.

It did not use any power, but was merely the extraordinary ability of a high-level grandmaster's celestial phenomena.

Their feet landed lightly on the ground, without stirring up a speck of dust.

A slight tremor came from the ground.

Zhou Leng looked in the direction from which the tremor came, but could not see through the pale red mist; a battle was taking place.

By analyzing the frequency of the ground vibrations, Zhou Leng simulated various possible forces in his mind, and slowly deduced the possible ethnic groups of the fighters.

"There are giants... there is demonic magic... there are human warriors... and there are some powers that are very special, like those of undead gods..."

Just then, a team of grandmasters from various races of the ten realms emerged from the pale red fog, fighting and retreating simultaneously.

These included over thirty masters from various tribes, and more than one hundred undead spirits who were pursuing them.

More than half of these undead are dragon undead, and there are also some undead beasts with low intelligence.

Zhou Leng shook his head slightly. This place is nominally the territory of giants, so the fact that they could encounter so many dragon god undead shows how unlucky these people are.

Zhou Leng's gaze fell on the leader of the humans, Su Fenghe.

After advancing to the mid-level Grandmaster and gaining sufficient strength, Wang Boxiong relayed an important piece of information to him.

At that time, the Sixteen Families sent people led by Su Fenghe to kill him, but since martial arts had been severed, Su Fenghe did not make a move.

After the deaths of the sixteen clan leaders and the decline of each clan, the Zhao family was in dire need of manpower, so Su Fenghe joined the Zhao family and became very important.

Su Fenghe was a member of the Demon Worship Cult a long time ago, but he cherished his reputation and rarely participated in operations. Recently, he has deepened his cooperation with the Demon Worship Cult and has been entrusted with important responsibilities.

Zhou Leng stared at the mixed team.

Several foreign masters showed signs of slight demonic transformation in their bodies. Two of them were on the list of members of the Demonic Cult, whom I didn't know well but had heard of.

"To have gathered so many Grandmasters in a hastily formed team is too much of a coincidence. It's obvious they entered the giant camp together and joined forces..."

Zhou Leng could clearly see these Grandmasters of the Ten Realms, but none of them looked in his direction.

On the contrary, a few powerful undead dragons occasionally glanced over.

"They don't seem to see me?"

Zhou Leng immediately understood. The power of the giant and dragon within his body was even stronger, and he could probably see further in the mist than an ordinary grandmaster.

"In this case……"

Zhou Leng put on a black hood to conceal all his identity markings and rushed out, shaking his head and speaking in Mandarin in the same tone as Ah Qiong: "Friends, I'm here to help."

Upon seeing that they were from the Elephant Kingdom, the people on the other side relaxed considerably, since most of them were members of the Demonic Cult and posed little threat.

Su Fenghe glanced at the newcomer several times before asking, "May I ask which grandmaster from the Elephant Kingdom you are?"

“Ah-Chung,” Zhou Leng said, as he produced a Bodhi fruit and a finger bone relic of a Ganges holy monk.

Seeing the two famous treasures of the Elephant Kingdom, many people felt reassured.

Su Fenghe was no ordinary grandmaster; he instinctively sensed something was wrong and said, "Please remove your hood."

Zhou Leng shook his head and muttered to himself. During this process, he activated the legendary transformation magic artifact that he had prepared in the world of magic spirits, transformed into Arjun's appearance, and took off his headgear.

“It’s Ah-Qiong, I know him,” said a Grandmaster of the Seagull Alliance.

Su Fenghe then realized he had been suspicious. As Zhou Leng approached, he continued fighting while pleading, "Friend A-Qiong, please help..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Leng suddenly accelerated. Before one of the demons could react, he threw a punch that pierced through its chest and abdomen. His internal energy raged within the demon's body, sealing its core and power.

The whole process was too fast. The people nearby had barely gasped when Zhou Leng rushed behind a Grandmaster of the Demonic Worship Sect, grabbed his arms a meter away, and ripped them apart with a sharp tear. With a ripping sound, he ripped off the Grandmaster's arms.

Amidst the opponent's screams, he knocked them unconscious with a single punch, sealing their dantian with his power.

With one hand on each side, he lifted the two people, pushed off the ground, and ran like a cannonball, disappearing into the mist in the blink of an eye.

"He's not Arjun!" the Grandmaster of the Seagull Alliance shouted.

"Be careful, don't chase! The other party is a spirit in disguise!" Su Fenghe's heart pounded wildly, his strength penetrating the void. The other party seemed to be stronger than everyone present.

At the foot of Wanyun Mountain, Zhou Leng interrogated the Demon Grandmaster and the Eagle Alliance Grandmaster separately.

The two explained everything else clearly, but they dared not say a word about the Heavenly Calamity Envoy and the True King's Trial, preferring death to reveal it.

Zhou Leng killed the two men, removed their spirit bags, and put them into his corpse-collecting spirit bag.

"If nothing unexpected happens, this operation was sent by the God of Calamity. I should have asked the Light of Redemption, but... he seems a bit timid and probably wouldn't dare to say."

"Su Fenghe is also very likely related to the Heavenly Calamity Envoy..."

"Since they are the Demon Worship Cult and a demonic group, they shouldn't be allowed to live. Who cares about Su Fenghe or Su Fengniao... However, it wouldn't be good if they joined forces to chase me. We should try to divide and conquer them..."

So Zhou Leng transformed again, put on the hood, ran for a while, and rushed towards the two pursuing teams from another direction.

Upon seeing the two teams, Zhou Leng emerged from behind the undead and shouted in the tone of the Light of Redemption, "I'm here to help you!"

The spirit of the dead split into three divine beasts, which roared and pounced.

The Grandmasters of the Ten Realms became more vigilant, completely disbelieving and even suspecting that it was the same person as before.

Su Fenghe narrowed his eyes slightly.

However, if the other party is a god of death or undead, you cannot say anything even if you know it.

Su Fenghe fought earnestly, but after a while, he suddenly realized there was another reinforcement. He looked up, but the person was gone.

Those three-headed undead spirits are gone too.

"strangeness……"

Just as he was thinking this, he saw that person run out of the pale red mist again and shout, "Friends of the Ten Realms, I'm here to help you again."

Both the Grandmaster of the Ten Realms and the Grandmaster of the Divine Death Spirit were somewhat bewildered.

This person killed those three undead beasts? How come it feels like only a short while has passed?

At this time, both sides fought fiercely, and no one died. On the other side, one person killed three.
The undead were enraged and sent five undead beasts to charge at Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng fought and retreated, soon entering the fog and separating from both main forces.

The two sides continued fighting. A few minutes later, the master in black hood and camouflage uniform rushed out of the fog again and shouted, "I'm back again, everyone hold on!"

Both sides were stunned. What was going on?
The undead were furious and sent out ten undead to hunt them down.

A moment later, the person burst out of the mist again, cheering on the Ten Realms Grandmasters while charging towards the God of the Dead, saying, "My fellow human friends, I am the Light of Redemption, your friend."

The Grandmaster of the Ten Realms looked at this suspected teammate who was clearly helping him, but for some reason, he felt sweating on his back and a cold breeze blowing on the back of his neck.

Those present were either followers of demonic cults or demons, or had either heard of or knew the Light of Salvation.

This person is clearly not.

The undead were a little panicked. This time, they stopped sending out reinforcements and instead gathered together, with one group continuing the hunt and the other deploying defenses.

Upon seeing that the other party had become smarter, Zhou Leng immediately charged straight at the defensive undead.

This time, neither side went all out, but instead carefully observed this strange outsider.

Zhou Leng went all out from the moment he engaged the undead spirit in battle.

As soon as the East Wind Fist was unleashed, the members of the Demon Worshiping Cult cursed inwardly. Everyone knew that Nuclear Island's Turtle Light was most afraid of the East Wind Fist; his act was completely fake. But…

They glanced at Zhou Leng, their eyes twitching.

too strong.

The undead spirit had clearly put up a defense, but it was killed in just a few punches, and its corpse was then put into the demon's pouch.

Zhou Leng killed more than a dozen undead gods in succession. The undead gods finally couldn't hold on any longer and sent out more people to surround them.

Zhou Leng turned and ran.

The gods and spirits cursed loudly, watching helplessly as Zhou Leng disappeared into the mist.

A short while later, Zhou Leng reappeared and killed some more undead gods.

Of the more than one hundred undead gods, only fifty-four were eventually killed.

The morale of the dead began to waver.

The pressure on the Grandmasters of the Ten Realms suddenly lessened. Although they didn't know if the mysterious person was genuinely helping them, they were now filled with gratitude.

Just then, a dragon-carp-human emerged from the mist and shouted in divine script: "My fellow gods and spirits, do not be discouraged. I will help you hunt down these alien races."

The spirits of the dead are not highly intelligent, but they are not stupid; they are secretly vigilant.

This dragon carp is very popular.

Both sides watched as the dragon-carp man went on a rampage, killing a demon and two orc grandmasters before turning and leaving.

Even though Zhou Leng didn't use the East Wind Fist, the Ten Realms Grandmaster recognized him at a glance.

The Grandmaster of the Ten Realms finally understood this person's sinister intentions.

Catch it all in one go.

(End of this chapter)